Corby is admittedly struggling. Ever since he lost his job, his wife has been working regularly while he has taken on the role of homemaker for his toddler twins, Niko and Maisie. He has tried to find work, but has not been successful, and after many rejections, has essentially given up. But while he maintains the appearance of continuing to search, he also copes through the use of alcohol and a bit of an uptick in his anxiety medication as well. One morning, as he is preparing to bring his children to their grandmother’s house, a horrific accident occurs that turns Corby’s life into a living hell.
Wally Lamb has never shied away from difficult topics, and this novel is the perfect example of this. To be responsible for the loss of one’s child and then have to pay penance – to other family members, to society, and to oneself – is the ultimate worst case scenario, in my opinion. This is what Corby must come to terms with. And with the crisp, honest, and gritty writing that Lamb utilizes, with most of the narrative coming in the voice of Corby himself, we live his hell along with him.
What is remarkable is the likability of Corby’s character. He has done something horrible, for sure, but not intentionally. And he takes full responsibility for his actions, which garners our respect. He also earns the respect of those around him, with the exception of the few cruel officers who have something to prove. He is able to care for a few of his fellow inmates in a way that sometimes puts his own safety at risk, and yet we understand when he loses hope at times as well.
This is a powerful read, but definitely not for the feint of heart. It is emotional, even brutal in places – but it also is insightful and meaningful as well.
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